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[readytocomply]

[It had been the right thing to do. For everyone. He wasn't safe, couldn't trust himself, and while he hadn't wanted to do it, it had been the only choice. But he's been in and out of cryostasis enough to know when coming out this time isn't the same. It's not just the breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, or the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's the way he wakes up. Slow, naturally, like he'd slept the whole night through, and there's nothing normal about that.

The communication device his fingers are curled around doesn't bother him. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the stalls and the vendors with their strange shapeless masks who stand nearby do. He walks past one, their face completely smooth, as featureless as a blank wall, and his breath catches in his throat, freezing him in place. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

It takes a vender getting too close before he snaps out of it long enough to go through the motions. Better clothes, sweats and a white tank aren't cutting it, and a relatively safe place to hide so he can figure things out, grabbing a pamphlet on the way.

Bucky's face is half-hidden when the feed starts, voice low, and he wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He was on shaky ground and he needed something to steady him.]

Name's Bucky. I'm looking for someone. Steve Rogers.

[It's risky to put it out there like that. He doesn't know these people and he's been alive long enough to know that even the prettiest people with the brightest smiles can be hiding the worst lies and secrets. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

He might go by Captain America.

[Just in case he's alone in Wonderland, he adds a little more.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[There's a brief pause. He considers mentioning the obvious physical difference that would set him apart, but they'll figure it out when they see him.]

I'll be on the first floor, entrance hall, if anyone wants to talk in person. This way's fine, too.

[ooc: spoilers for civil war possible in this post; if anyone doesn't want them, please let me know.]

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[readytocomply]

[Bucky appreciates that she's straightforward. Honestly, it helps. He still isn't a place where he can easily trust someone else, but he needs information and this is the quickest way to get it.]

Why did they bring us here?

[Wonderland, that part, was even more difficult to wrap his head around. Even after reading the pamphlet, hearing some of the others, it still didn't feel real. He's not so sure that he'd feel any different about that even if everything wasn't swirling around inside his mind, but it's a lot all at once.]

Do we know each other?

[At the rate he was going, he figured that they did.]

[intelligently]

We did when you were here before. You'd started to train me.

( Something that she'd kept up with a new teacher, too. Be proud, even if you don't remember )

We don't know why they bring us here - there isn't a reason that we're given. Unless messing with our heads through the events is why.

( Honestly, the they part is still up in the air. She doesn't want to just say it's the mansion when there are the Queens, but they seem pretty unconcerned with them being there )

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How far did we get?

[Bucky's still wrapping his head around all of this, but he does want to know what he'd done when he was here before.]

Messing with our heads?

[That's probably the last thing he wants to hear, though he's glad she was honest about it.]

So we just live here and hope for the best?

[intelligently]

Not very, but I carried it on.

( And then she realises what she said - and who she's talking to )

Psychologically mess. Wonderland gives us things to fight against - monsters, killers. Not everyone's prepared for it.

( Especially not when you die. That messes with your head a lot )

But yeah, most of the time we just live here. The scientists are trying to figure a way out of here, but there isn't much that you have to do outside of an event. Everyone makes their own routines - learning things, picking up hobbies.

[readytocomply]

[The way she describes Wonderland leaves Bucky thinking that it's all some kind of training exercise. Psychological experiments, testing the people here to see who can fight and survive, who can't. He doesn't think she means it to sound that way, but it's how his mind spins it.]

What scientists?

[If there were people trying to figure a way out of here, Bucky, though not yet, could offer them protection in exchange for going with them.]

Nobody bothers us unless there is an event?

[intelligently]

I'm working with Doctor Foster, but there's a man called Stanford Pines who has some good ideas too.

( Never mind everyone else that was helping Jane too )

There's nobody here to bother us. Everyone that isn't us is on the mirror side of Wonderland. And I mean through the mirrors. We can't cross over unless an event makes us, but the mirrors don't cross over unless their queen lets them.

[readytocomply]

Any of them know about cybernetics or have a background creating prostheses?

[He's going to keep his options open, but he'd like to know if there was any way to get his arm repaired. Even if it only had normal functions.]

Are they dangerous? The mirrors.

[intelligently]

There's a good chance of it with how many people are here.

( Even if it wasn't one that Lydia was working with someone had to )

Some of the mirrors are but some of them don't try to harm us. It's easy to learn which ones to watch out for.

[readytocomply]

[He'd look into it later. After finding Steve and sorting himself out better, but it was good to know that it might be an option.]

Is there a mirror for everybody?

[The topic of mirrors was tricky, because he had yet to see anything for himself. It was easier to believe, though not by much, if he'd seen it with his own eyes.]

[intelligently]

Yes. ( Unless the queen destroyed them, but that didn't happen to many - not that she knew about ) I've never met mine, but I assume that I have one. Everyone seems to.